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Born in Belfast, Northern Ireland, now living in Cheshire, England. I started writing poetry eight years ago, as a hobby. I have enjoyed that new venture very much. My preferences are for long and micro-form poetry styles. A first book of poetry ~ Reason Without Rhyme, was published in December 2013. A second book ~ Fifty Seven Pebbles, was published in September 2015...I am presently compiling the content for my third book. Thank you for visiting my Blog which is regularly updated. COPYRIGHT: The entire copyright and content of this Blog belongs to the author Eileen T O'Neill. Nothing should be copied, reproduced or hosted as per RSS feed by any other party. {This particularly applies to the USA company Feedspot.com} Header Photograph: Ballycastle Beach, County Antrim, Northern Ireland...

Monday, 27 June 2016

Cast Off....

There was a time
When we almost
Shared the same
Coat and delved
Into sticky pockets
Touched trains of
Thinking and even
Tickled pink with
Witty witticisms
Somehow that coat
No longer fits
Our separation
A cold draught
Of isolation has
Weakened our bond
As with ebbing tide
Waving its shoreline
What once enticed
Our knowing
Has gained wisdom
To see beyond a
First infatuation
Our friendship
Is resigned to being
Off casts of each other…

©Copyright Eileen T O’Neill 27/06/2016


  1. It is always sad, when a friendship drifts apart. And it is always lovely, to see you here in the Pantry, Eileen.

  2. Sigh, sometimes friendships do not last for very long.. people come and people go.. they leave us with life lessons. Beautifully poignant.

    Lots of love,

  3. Oh somehow a friendship lost is almost more sad than lovers separating...

  4. Some friendships meant to be just that. Infatuation is hard to determine as one prefers not to think of it until stark reality shows itself.


  5. Oh this is a painful poem to read. It is hard to lose such a good friend. The hurt often continues a long time. Good to see you, Eileen.

  6. cast off physically but not from the mind...the ache could be felt..so nice to see you Eileen :)

  7. Perhaps in the space of that casting off a greater understanding of each other grew? i love the word play you have used - being in each others pockets for one - i wonder if in its very nature being in a pocket creates a kind of blindness


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